Gunner woke up early on a Monday morning. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock standing on the nightstand near the bed, 5:30 AM it showed on the face. Gunner rose from the bed and stood up, he got his jacket and pants on, then got some breakfast. A black coffee and some eggs, the usual. He got the newspaper that laid on his doorstep and walked back in, reading the news, not that it interested him. He finished his breakfast, put his shoes on and stepped out onto the street. Cold air blew in his face, the winter was harsh this year. He walked towards the job fair, trying to find another job to stay alive. He walked a few blocks without realizing, then someone stepped out of the alley, someone familiar...

...It was his friend, Frank. Gunner turned to him and smiled, "Hey Frank, how's it holdin' up?" Frank also smiled and said, "Doin' well, you know how it is, tought to find a job these days." Gunner nodded, he understood what's its like, struggling to survive, to live. Gunner spoke up, "I have to find a job right now, we can catch up later, maybe over a beer?" Frank chuckled, "Yeah, we'll see about that, you promised it to me last time!" Gunner chuckled as well, then walked off to find a job, he was thinking of looking by the docks, maybe, just maybe, someone will offer him a job there. Then he saw multiple armed men standing in front of the dock yard fence, they approached Gunner and spoke, "Give up your money, lad, this is our turf and we need protection money, pay up." Gunner looked to the side, seeing that someone is coming to his aid...

"Hey there, fellas."

Kenny said as he approached the thugs harassing Gunner. There were three men, two armed with bats and one with an old revolver. They recognized Kenny right away since he was at the docks frequently looking for unemployed men looking to make a quick buck. He took a deep breath then spoke, with a cheery tone.

"See, I've got a thing going on with the dock master here. His workers do odd jobs for me from time to time. So, if you mess with them you mess with me. That's not very smart."

He approaches the man holding the revolver and takes the gun. The thug doesn't react. He checks how many bullets the revolver has, it's fully loaded.

"You want to make some money?" Kenny says to Gunner as he hands the revolver to him. "Find me at the dock master's office, I've got something for you." He turns and starts walking towards the docks, leaving an armed Gunner alone with the thugs.

Gunner looks at the men, they look right back. He knows what needs to be done. He aims and shoots all the thugs with deadly precision due to his military background. The bastards don't stand a chance. Gunner wipes the gun with a rag to ensure his safety, he stood up and walked over to the Dock Master's office, knowing Kenny will have something in store for him. Gun smuggling? He's willing to do so. Drug trafficking? Not a problem. Gunner went up the stairs and knocked on the office door, then he heard a voice from the inside. He breathed deeply, opened the door and stepped inside...